Expecting a full ambush from either the left or the right from a wary elf, he is surprised to find instead a guarded waiting. He lets the doors shut behind him, but doesn't move, not even to raise his hands in a show of good peace. Elves that can fight are not elves to take lightly.

"You're not a witcher," he says without turning his head, though the observation is more of a reassurance to himself than to Fenris. There's a short pause, then he adds, "I'm not going to attack you."